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In the Cold Embrace of Mist (Khors)

In the cold embrace of mist Forest wardens are asleep, By the magic have been ceased, And it goes through ages deep In the cold embrace of mist I feel icy breath of North, I hear whisper of black trees And the night song of the wolf Dreams are mirrors to old times And they lead us to those nights When our fathers forged their arms And got ready for last fight